Videl was flying home from one of her frequent shopping trips, skimming lightly over the ground. Gohan had told her to be careful and fly over water since she wasn't a full-fledged flyer yet ("Anything could happen!" he had said), but who could resist knocking some snow off one of the numerous mountains on the way back? Not Videl.

As it turns out, she should have heeded Gohan's warning. One minute she was fine, speeding along nicely, doing turns and flips with ease. The next she was sent crashing to the ground by a shocking wave of pain.

Her first thought, *Damn. I hit a power line again. WHY don't I watch where I'm going?!*

Her second thought, *Wait a second...I'm in the middle of nowhere. There aren't any power lines out here...*

As soon as she had come to her brilliant conclusion another slash shot up her spine and down into her stomach. A scream tore from her throat as she curled up, making herself as small as she could. Her only hope was that Gohan would somehow know she was in trouble. He'd done it before, why not now? She steeled herself against the pain and tried as hard as she could to form an image of Gohan inside of her mind.

*Please Gohan....Help me.....*